Month: June 2018

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Like A New Woman – Part 3

“You were so keen to meet,” Cassie said, “That you must have something interesting to tell.”

“Well,” I said, leaning over the coffee table. Cassie did the same. “We went to see this film.”

“Wait… back up… what was Ellie wearing?”

I shrugged. “Nothing special. Trousers and a blouse.”

“And underwear?” I nodded.

“I think so anyway.”

“This isn’t living up to the previous stories,” Cassie said.

“Shush, or I won’t tell you.” Cassie mimed zipping her mouth again, and again I knew it was only a temporary silence. “So it was some arty Hungarian film called ‘Free Fall’.”

“I’ve not heard of it.”

“Neither have I. But Ellie had read about it. It was something about someone jumping from a roof of a block of flats and then there are a bunch of stories based around all the floors they pass as they fall.”

“It sounds grim.”

“Well, it was a little, but you sort of forgot about the falling bit because it was the stories that mattered.

“I see. Well, not really, but carry on.”

“Anyway, Ellie was sat beside me with our hands intertwined.”

“How romantic.”

“Shush. And we were just watching the stories. Or rather watching and reading, since it was all subtitles. And one of the stories was this thing about a woman who’s at a party, but she’s the only one naked, and standing in the corner with nothing but shoes on and a purse over her shoulder, and everyone’s just ignoring her. Or at least ignoring that she’s naked, but mainly they’re ignoring her too.”

“Was it hot?”

“Yeah. And she was pretty hot. And Ellie must have thought so too as her fingers were gripping mine tightly throughout.”

“And that was it?”

“Wait. On the way back home we talked about the stories, and soon enough we got to that story. And Ellie said ‘I can’t believe how brave that actress was, to stand around in the nude with all those people in suits and dresses.'”

Cassie looked at me intently, and I think she was still judging whether this story was worthy of her attention or not.

“And I said I thought actresses were probably used to it. And Ellie said it must be pretty amazing to be able to experience that without anyone thinking they were weird.” Cassie’s eyebrows nearly shot off the top of her head. “She said she wondered if it felt like it did when she had dreams like that.”

“And what did you say?” Cassie asked.

“I didn’t know what to say.”

“That figures.”

“Anyway, Ellie was doing enough talking. She said it was a shame you couldn’t just do it, to see what it was like, because everyone would probably run a mile thinking you were completely mad.”

“Oh god I would not run a mile if someone did that. Especially if Ellie did that.”

“Me neither.”

“And I said it helped that she was a very pretty actress and Ellie said, ‘Oh, right, forget I was there, did you?’. And I said ‘Not at all. But it was kind of attention grabbing.’ And she didn’t seem so happy about that and said. ‘Sometimes I wonder if you’d even notice if I walked around naked all the time.’ And again I didn’t know what to say.”

“If that ever happens, can you give me a call so I can come round?” I smiled, both imagining the scene, and I was also glad that Cassie was suddenly more interested in this story.

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Iris looked around the room again. Every head was turned towards them, staring at Selena. She looked back at her friend who seemed entirely unconcerned by the attention she was getting. If anything, she was sitting straighter than before, her chest pushed out a little.

Then, as if it had just occurred to her, she reached her hands behind her head. Her breasts lifted, looking even more perfect than before. She ran her fingers through her hair and pulled out the scrunchy that was keeping her bun in place. She dropped it onto the table and shook her hair free. It fell in thick, golden locks across her bare shoulders.

“You’re crazy, Selena,” Iris told her.

“Yeah, well, I’m not the one who’s stripped to her underwear but still lost a contest,” she retorted.

“I really hate you right now,” Iris told her as she leant forwards and, reaching behind her, she unfastened her bra. She quickly pulled it off her arms and dropped it onto the rest of her clothes. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of her knickers and slid them down her legs, letting them fall around her feet. She kicked them to one side.

Selena grinned as she stared across at her friend. Iris’s breasts were even smaller than her own, but still beautiful with round, pink nipples. She watched as they rose and fell as Iris inhaled and exhaled.

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And, without knowing how, I was left standing beneath an entrance porch in the centre of Madrid in a torrential downpour wearing nothing but the shoes on my feet and a small bag over one arm. I looked down at myself: what would anyone think if they saw me standing here? What would anyone who knew me think if they found out about this?

The air was cooler now and very pleasant, but still warm enough despite the rain. Still, I crossed my arms tightly over my chest, as if covering my nipples would make all the difference.

It seemed like an age had passed and I began to fear that Mia was playing a trick on me, that she would not be coming back at all. I turned and anxiously pressed the buzzer to Mia’s apartment. There was no response.

I stepped backwards out of the doorway and almost collided with a middle aged couple with an umbrella between them. They looked me up and down, mumbled something to each other and shuffled quickly along the pavement. I was going to kill Mia when she came back down. I pressed the buzzer again and heard a click.

“Mia!” I almost shouted.

“One minute,” she said. I breathed a sigh of relief: at least she was coming back down. I turned and faced out towards the street again, watching sheets of rain bouncing across the pavement and forming rivers in the gutters. At least I was dry under the canopy, and I was getting angry again. It seemed to give me strength.